Monday, April 15, 2013

Southern Miss and Delta State

Just in case you didn't know, those are both colleges in the great state of Mississippi. Also, Happy Tax Day. How 'bout that Self Employment Tax, huh? Yowza.Anyway...

We were with USM and DSU last week for their Wesley Foundations. They had both been to Wesley Statewide, so it was great to reconnect with the leaders and students!

First stop was Hattiesburg, MS for Southern Miss.

This was on their wall and, well, it's safe to say that I want to make one. Someday...

I did not make my own name tag. That was Michael. He's full of energy and personality. He made lots of fun name tags.

The students loved the show and we loved how they sang!!!

At the end of the night, they had ice cream sundaes and when asked if we wanted one, I said "duh." Not really. I said "yes, please."

We left Hattiesburg and found this little guy at a gas station. Made us sad. He seemed well fed and friendly, so I'm hoping he has a home. I kind of worry when we have room, both in our vehicle and in our home. I have a feeling I could end up an animal hoarder. But, just so you know, I wouldn't take it so far where I didn't know how many I had.

(PS. We have doggy fever.)

(And kitty fever.)

(And pretty much every kind of fever.)

We got checked into the next hotel in Cleveland, MS, where Delta State is. We didn't have time for a long workout, but we got the blood flowing in the room. Trent HATES yoga. I like it.

All the kids (can I call college students kids?) at DSU were awesome. I'm telling you. Everyone sings and in harmony! Mississippi has some singers.

Lud (the leader), Trent, Paul (guest speaker who has a powerful testimony. He used to weigh 360 pounds!), and I didn't get the last guy's name. I am a terrible, terrible person.

And, you all know how I love me some gift baskets. (Thanks Lud and Kayla!)

I adore being around college students who are involved in campus ministries. Some grew up in youth groups and naturally joined one in college. Others have gotten involved because of a friend and have ended up sticking around. Who knows how many other stories there are...

I do know that someone came that night for the first time ever and didn't know there was going to be a concert. I know that he was moved. I know this because he sent Trent a message on Facebook, sharing his heart.

That is why we do what we do. Our prayer before every show is that someone will get something from the music. Sometimes we know about it and sometimes we don't. Either way, we trust it happens. God is good. All the time.

As I type this we're in Alabama and are heading back to Mississsippi on Tuesday for another Wesley.

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